[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God(Good too see you too, God)Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high)Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your LAnd just (kiss the sky)Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (find their mentor)Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time(Yeah, aiyo) Come on!

[Method Man]I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brainTical... I'm bustin' that ass againI burn like acid rain, that acid slangThese niggaz try'nna see how I come ash againMain and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for presidentBe in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of itAnd I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle getNow if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibateSpaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzleLittle hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yupMommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yupPut it in my next video shot by Little XAnd M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any leftI'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny lessThink fast (come on) bank cash (come on)Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on)

[Busta Rhymes]Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull upAnd pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to moveWhile I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of yourFigure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!)Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waitingAimin', attackin', instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap youI ain't watch you when your niggaz'll tryTo feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant(Very defiant), once I give you the pressureAnd then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss..Oh)Captain of this ship, so call me the pilotI leave you and your crew to collide with meDie, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattleThat'll travel over your face and frazzle your shitShot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' youAnd then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!This shit'll make you..

[Busta Rhymes] (Method Man) {both}Can't you see what I got for you now(Shake your big fat ass in front of me now)To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz){We here to blackout, follow the story nowJust feel my heat, and you know I'm gonnaJust keep the street, but nigga did youKnow when you bout to lose it, my niggaAnd you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga}

[Method Man]Now who is he? Dope M. C. Killin these cowardsWack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powderClick-clack, one in your back, now think about itGet back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it

[Busta Rhymes]Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it through GodThe streets be needing niggaz like me and you, GodAiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yoLogical, we should of done this shit a long time ago

[Method Man]I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoesNasty M. C., I spit flows and spit in they foodMan, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious childI'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shit'll make you)